Luyện nghe bài hát Journey To the Centre of the Earth

By horse, by rail, by land, by sea, our starts
Two men by one man's journey from the past
In Iceland, where the mountain with pride
They set off their guide
To reach the side

Roped as one for safety the long descent
Into the crater of volcanic they went
Look up our telescopic laair,
One for us to share,
We on our prayer.

Crystals of opaque quartz, limpid tears,
magic chandeliers, lighting blistered galleries.

Memories of a on earth go flashing past,
Of home, of Grauben, of whom he's seen his last
Contemplating what his life's worth,
trapped beneath the earth,
An embryo at

Pain and fear the beauty I have seen,
Of caverns, where no man has been
Silurian hosts me as my grave,
My final I wave,
A life too to save

Crystals of opaque quartz, limpid tears,
Forming chandeliers, lighting blistered galleries.

days out on an infinite sea, they prayed for calm on an ocean free,
But the surface of the water ws some disturbance.

The raft was hurled by an source, two hundred feet, with
frightening
And a dark rising showed to be a giant porpoise

Rising out of the angry sea, the creatures' enemy,
And so the two sea monsters for battle

Crocodile teeth, lizard's head, bloodshot eye, ocean red
Moving close to their raft's side, the two men prayed as one and
"Save me, me, save me, save me"

The serpents' fight on for hours, two monsters soaring up like towers
And driving downn to the depths in a motion

Suddenly, the serpent's head, out of the water bathed in red
And the serpentine form lay lifeless on the

Crocodile teeth, lizard's head, bloodshot eye stained ocean
won, a victor's pride, the three men thanked the Lord and cried
"Praise God, praise God, praise God, God."

Journey on through ages gone, to the of the earth
Past of quartz and granite, which gave mother nature birth

Burial ground of ancient man, his no more is seen,
A through his time unknown, I wonder where he's been

Wonder he's been, wonder where he's been, wonder where he's been

The shore now gone the hills, a forest in our sight,
Rocks and distant mountains, in waves of blinding light

Forests far gone time, no living man has seen,
A private world, for you and I a dream

Brownish hue dicates my eye, no colour hides fear,
Flowers faded, dull and cold, now by atmosphere

Creatures twisting under trees, huge soaked with rage
Hidden deep below our earth, a frightening, age

Their came, now long extinct, a huge primeval man
The three men filled with disbelief, just as one and ran.